Sunday, May 25, 2014

Yorkshire puddings, out and coffee.

1. Yorkshire puddings rising in the oven. I'm a bit baffled because I remember my mother's always have a well in the middle that holds the gravy. All is revealed when I turn them out -- the well is on the underside.

2. To sweep up both children and take them out for an hour so that Nick can sleep, or do whatever.

3. The mischievous glint in Alec's eye when he informs me that he is going to ask the man for a double espresso.

Eggshell, turkey oak and grateful.

1. Smacking a hardboiled egg to break the shell. 2. Pale green leaves on the huge oak tree at the corner of The Grove. 3. There is nothing q...